Reflections
Sometimes I try to find myself
Amidst the still water of the river.
Sometimes I wait for myself to appear
In the mist that takes us nowhere.
The search goes on, the seemingly endless paths waiting;
Several doors open but none close enough to enter.
Maybe the shattered mirror in my room perfectly reflects me.
Maybe the image I see in my cold cup of coffee is the one I feared not to be.
Maybe the rain-washed window perfectly depicts me
Or maybe I am just a polaroid in somebody's dilapidated memory.
As I take one step into the wilderness to find myself,
The sentinel branches watch me, the roots underneath chain me.
As I crawl in search of serenity into the desert,
I find snippets of me buried in the silence of the sand.
As I fall into the blue ocean to retrieve the lost pieces of me,
The cruel wind laughs, reminding me of my clipped wings.
So I let this storm within me rage
Run aimlessly in this bizarrely familiar maze.
For I know in the last embers of this fire
Will I find the new flame to finish an old mire.
Sometimes I try to see myself
In the pale shaft of light in this dark imperfection
Sometimes I try to find myself
But always wait to find my true reflection.
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